Crippled but kind, and marginalized Way out of whack this age has been sold for scraps
Take it! Take - you know what you're lacking
We really want to be thankful It could rain and it could hail We'd still be young and stoked to fail
"Courting" is so antiquated We all know what we want So she covers her eyes His hands on her thighs Well trained for this "You're gorgeous," he says And lays back on the bed The script is in her head What is young? Fourteen was fun It's time we act our age
"Count your blessings!" he was told by his father He was hunter, he'd been trained by his brothers She was actually just like his mother
Oh, wait on me! A girl can dream Wait and see, a girl
Count your blessings, rain and hail Lost misguided souls for sale. But who's buying?